It seems you have entered Thunderleaf's room, located in the attic of the dorms and only accessible via descending ladder (which she oils every day to make sure it never utters a sound). The ladder leads up to the front of the room, from which everything is visible.

Posters and sticky notes plaster the walls, which angle upwards to meet at a small square window which appears to be the only source of light. The floor is covered in a thick, dark green carpet that is reminiscent of a forest floor. A mirror hangs on the far wall, but it's also covered with colourful flyers so that you can barely see your reflection in it.

Pokeballs and various handheld gaming consoles litter the desk to the left, but a wide space is cleared around a sleek black lap top, to the top of which a sticky note has been attached with the message "Property of Thunderleaf. Trespassers will be shanked with a butter knife."

Music plays from an unseen source, everything from techno to rock (though noticeably there are very few country songs in the mix). A towering shelf crammed with books takes up nearly a whole wall by itself, and squeezed between the shelf and the adjacent wall is a spotted brown chair.

But wait, there's no bed up here. Where does she sleep?

Most nights, Thunderleaf retires to her "super special awesome" lounge chair with built-in speakers and an audio jack on the side for her iPod. It may not look too comfortable to sleep in, but she seems to like it. (Although sometimes she will just fall asleep on the floor...)

Only when you leave do you notice the soft smell that permeates the room. It's like a mix between dewy grass and warm honeysuckle. Whatever it is, it makes you feel quite at peace as you descend the ladder back into the normal world.